Maybe we just wake in the midst of a world that was already shattering. Can we sleep again? Can we let sunrises and sunsets pull apart the stars and let them predict a better non-fiction?
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Teacup and other Torments
PoetryTell me why you're alone -the wonderland is forever closed. This is for the hearts who never find their homes.
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Maybe we just wake in the midst of a world that was already shattering. Can we sleep again? Can we let sunrises and sunsets pull apart the stars and let them predict a better non-fiction?
